Romantic Hindi Novels & Stories

Singhania Mansion Mumbai, India Sanjana's POV: After our lovemaking, I am lying in Akshay's arms. He is in deep thoughts as he caress my back. "What are you thinking about?" I interrogated though I am fully satiated my curiosity not so much. "You have to know everything, don't you?" He teased while pinching my side breast. I squealed at his sudden attack. "Tell me." I demanded while holding his hand in order to prevent him from any tricks.

and instead of saying no I loudly yelped in pain. The receptionist looked at me in confusion. As she was at the other side of the counter so she wasn't getting what is going on between us. "Yes," Xaphan smiled, and damn his smile! If his fake smile is so gorgeous then what will happen when he will smile with his heart! "She said yes" I was snapped out of my thoughts when he added on his words. The receptionist's eyebrows knitted in confusion. She was looking completely befuddled. "Actually she is an Indian and in her language 'Haa' means yes. So she said yes, she is my wife" Xaphan gave her his most charming smile and I could see the receptionist getting attracted towards him

'' Anindira exclaimed, annoyed and grumbling, but she said it in her own language, making Hans confused because he didn't understand what Anindira was saying. ''Hey, don't talk in a language I don't understand!'' Hans exclaimed, immediately cupping Anindira's face, warning her. ''I won't tell you!'' Anindira exclaimed, making a mocking expression with her tongue sticking out. Hans, who was still cupping Anindira's face, deftly caught Anindira's tongue with his mouth, making Anindira gasp in surprise. But not long after that, she even returned Hans' passionate kiss. The two tongues of the young couple enjoyed their romantic moments together in the river without clothes.

If you think I'm old enough to get married, I'm old enough to know what marriage is. “It's more than sex. “But sex is important. - Of course. I just think other things are important too. “You seem so practical,” the girl smiled, “but I know that deep down you're a romantic. “You don't know what I'm like. "I know there's a man in love with you." The girls who are boarders at the school have already seen it. They say he's the perfect Englishman and that he's not man enough for you. “I don't want to hear about it anymore.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

threatened Rena. "Jade, you want to sleep with me, right?" Romeo's head was dizzy. The perverted wolf rebelled because his lover tempted him. "Until when?" sighed Romeo resignedly. "Until we return to Germany." "No! That's not called a honeymoon. Honeymoon, we have to have sex so that we are happy. Channeling all the passionate desires!" Romeo's correction. "It's not a honeymoon, but a full moon. You feel how it feels." Rena didn't care about Romeo, who had gone to great lengths to persuade her to return.

And he did the same. Vineet lured her upstairs, admitting to the wants, they both got engaged into hard kissing, and removing each other’s clothes. Ruchi jumped on to the bed, making the perfect pose to seduce him, and turned on the song of Enrique Iglasis, ‘Addicted’ on her phone to set the romantic mood. Vineet was irresistible. He grasped her back, removed her bra, and kissed her gently all over. ‘You want to do this. Are you sure?’ he had grace to ask. ‘Yes,’ she replied softly.

He smiled and made his way to the driving seat. Turning on the A.C, he started the car. He turned on the radio and a romantic Indian song "main yahan hoon" (I am here) started playing. Nayyab blushed at the romantic lines but didn't say anything and started looking outside the window. Dearest behold the distances have gone I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here Dearest behold the distances have gone I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here Dearest behold the distances have gone

Seeking gratification before marriage was forbidden, and even then, her focus should be on her husband’s release, not her own. But she liked the way goosebumps spread across her skin as her fingers moved. She watched, transfixed, as her soft nipples hardened to rosy peaks beneath her touch. Her boldness grew as did her desire. She pinched her left nipple and startled at the sound that escaped her. A moan. Soft, breathless, unfamiliar. She had never made that sound before. She loved it. Heat bloomed inside her, spreading through her chest and settling low in her belly. Her breathing grew shallow, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath. Her cheeks were dusted with the prettiest

While he was still busy staring at my face while one hand was busy caressing my face and the other tightly holding me close to him. I wish I was wearing a chiffon silk saree and he had his hands on my waist, tickling me or giving a shiver down my spine while making patterns. The feeling would have been awesome and more melting than him keeping hand above my t-shirt right now. Indian wear is damn good in romantic moments to make the atmosphere more hearty and intense. Okay... I know I'm sounding quite cliché but what to do, this man does make me all dramatic and crazy. He makes my hidden sides out with that big die hard fan of Bollywood romance and its king 'Shahrukh Khan'.